Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The grass feels different on my feet today. I took Sam out to stand in the rain. We laughed as our eyelashes darkened and clung together. He squealed. I squealed. We ran barefoot in the field.

Today was the day we expected my niece, Amelia, to arrive. Instead, we are trying to remember how wonderful life can be. How easy it is to take love and living for granted. We are all learning to live with this comfortable sadness that is now a part of our days.

We talk about her every day. But today is a little different. Today would be her birthday. Instead, it is our birthday. Our chance to love more and live harder.

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Toiday had an undercurrent of hope for the future. I'm not sure what colour "Hope" would be, so I'll attribut what I think the colour of love is: that pink/orange that only appears in sunsets. I think it's called vermillion.